Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.